Whole Again

Whole Again

A Poem by Nobody.

I touch her face with feathered love,

still, she flinches as if I’m all wrecking ball fists

and flamethrower breath.

 

I understand this beautiful broken vessel

cannot be fixed easily or quickly,

yet, still, my fingers long to run the length

of each crack, my tongue longs to lick hot blood

from fresh wounds, and my wicked lust,

now pushed into deep hidden corridors,

wants to smash her against a wall of lies,

and chew each shard into sand.

 

just to taste the pain of something so lovely

might bring an opiate rush to crush my own

mountainous shortcomings.

 

sledgehammer thuds won’t

bring roses to bloom,

so I water the truth with honest sympathies,

tear the flesh with honest teeth,

crawl slowly, like a dog, into her glory

to thrust this damaged art back into shape.

 

when, it’s perfectly healed,

I’ll call forth my lust to break it again.

I’m hooked on this caretaker kink;

I crave your moaning ache, half-hearted smiles,

orgasmic madnesses, trembling thighs,

tear-soaked goodbyes and hungers for

the collision in the darkness.

 

we may learn happily broken,

but we’ll never glimpse whole again.

© 2011 Nobody.


Author's Note

Nobody.
this is not about me.
but it has been before.
and it may be again.
love is road that can take one
to many shadowy corners
of a very shadowy fairytale.

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I understand how some psychologies may need this kind of mad tearing, thudding, clench fisted kind of physicality... and you have captured all its dubious glory in such lines as:
yet, still, my fingers long to run the length
of each crack, my tongue longs to lick hot blood
from fresh wounds, and my wicked lust,
now pushed into deep hidden corridors,
wants to smash her against a wall of lies,
and chew each shard into sand...

...but I'll pass ;)


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I love how rich and honest this is. You did great writing this!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Awesome.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I understand how some psychologies may need this kind of mad tearing, thudding, clench fisted kind of physicality... and you have captured all its dubious glory in such lines as:
yet, still, my fingers long to run the length
of each crack, my tongue longs to lick hot blood
from fresh wounds, and my wicked lust,
now pushed into deep hidden corridors,
wants to smash her against a wall of lies,
and chew each shard into sand...

...but I'll pass ;)


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very dark and erotic..allot of dark moments within those passionate needs that get fed.. very interesting.. I love it..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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its a rocky road..but one we all take..beautifully expressed.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very hard to respond to, but this is quite amazing

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i read your poetry, and then i look at my own, and i wonder which one of us really has a house of demons

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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